Continued To Be, 1975

 The tide of turned was boomed and bammed but mostly burst in the hide of heaven.  The boy cried wolf but no one heard the sight and sound of freedom.  The party lasted until two or three or passed out long before.  They wished the sky happened before instead of now as was predicted.  And we sent cards and letters.  And Christmas came again.  And babies cried.  And old ladies puttered around the house.  And we asked for a raise.  Bam.